Read Poem: MY MUSIC BOX, by Storm Ashwood

I lost my music box.

Golden laid with shimmied locks.

A gentle ratchet and silver comb.

Sweet pins oh please, call her home.

The bedplate frozen in the frost.

Hear the tune, my eyes have lost.

Wrapped in a scarf of red tassel and lace.

It was whispered away without any trace.

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